Aging is hard.
I got my dog at the age of 2 back in middle school. I recently completed a clinical doctorate and he is still with me.... somewhat. By all test measures out there and appearances, he's "great for his age." No one ever guesses his age correctly. Lately the impending death is getting to me. The decline in the last 2 years has been rapid. He's gone from 2 hour walks to 10 -15 mins.
It's like there's a never ending fog over his mind that only allows food obsession and repetitive licking (me) behaviors. His life is: eat, toilet, lick, check for food. He has almost no personality anymore. Despite that he is still the happy dog he has always been.
The last year has been horrible with the urinating in the house. Took forever to find a something that worked and would stay on him because of his awkward shaped body. Every night and any time I leave the house he has to wear a body suit. Even then he still sometimes wiggles out.
This last week has been the worst. Now he's got some stomach issues. Pooping every night, every time I am at work. He's been delegated to his cage. He hates being in there despite it being large. I feel bad he's got to be stuck in there.
It's been hard with my partner. He never knew my dog back when he was cool and fun, so its been hard for him to bond. He's sick of the house hold accidents. We have carpet.
Getting old sucks.
No, I don't need to be told to take him to the vet.